Kory-Kory had just put in my mouth, 'and excellently good it is,
too, very much like veal.'

'A baked baby, by the soul of Captain Cook!' burst forth Toby,
with amazing vehemence; 'Veal? why there never was a calf on the
island till you landed. I tell you you are bolting down
mouthfuls from a dead Happar's carcass, as sure as you live, and
no mistake!'

Emetics and lukewarm water! What a sensation in the abdominal
region! Sure enough, where could the fiends incarnate have
obtained meat? But I resolved to satisfy myself at all hazards;
and turning to Mehevi, I soon made the ready chief understand
that I wished a light to be brought. When the taper came, I
gazed eagerly into the vessel, and recognized the mutilated
remains of a juvenile porker! 'Puarkee!' exclaimed Kory-Kory,
looking complacently at the dish; and from that day to this I
have never forgotten that such is the designation of a pig in the
Typee lingo.

The next morning, after being again abundantly feasted by the
hospitable Mehevi, Toby and myself arose to depart. But the
chief requested us to postpone our intention. 'Abo, abo' (Wait,
wait), he said and accordingly we resumed our seats, while,
assisted by the zealous Kory-Kory, he appeared to be engaged in
giving directions to a number of the natives outside, who were
busily employed in making arrangements, the nature of which we
could not comprehend. But we were not left long in our
ignorance, for a few moments only had elapsed, when the chief
beckoned us to approach, and we perceived that he had been